Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 174



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Episode 174

“Hello. I am Doctor M-Chang.”

I looked in the mirror and pretended to be Professor M. Chang.

The pronunciation is not bad. The voice is also good.

But it’s too young and stylish.

There’s no way I can fool that suspicious gang leader to that extent.

But if you mix a few ingredients, fooling the gang leader won’t be that difficult.

I have several DVDs.

It contains a variety of knowledge that I could use in the isolated situation after the war, such as medicine, architecture, electricity, construction, clothing manufacturing, survival skills, beatboxing, etc.

I also know that there is a Chinese professor appearing in the medical-internal medicine section.

In the short lecture video, a doctor in a white gown explains internal medicine diseases in fluent English. After careful review, this person’s visuals are a good candidate for Professor M.

While the video was playing, I pressed the print screen button to save the screen and then pasted it into Paint.

Next, just cut out the professor’s photo and paste it on and carefully erase the name tag on the chest.

I chose to copy and paste other parts of the white family crest onto the nameplate, overlay them, and then blur the surrounding area to erase them. I did it and it turned out pretty smooth.

Now, change the resolution of the photo of the professor who lost his name to a low resolution, and write the person’s new name below it.

DR. M. Cheng

Profile picture completed.

Next is the dubbing.

First, I will translate the rumors I wrote earlier into English using the Viva! Apocalypse! translation function and display the script on the screen.

Then, the original voice is dubbed directly to fit the shape of the doctor’s mouth using a high-quality microphone for beatboxing.

“Hello. I am Dr. M Chang. Master School of Mutations and Monsters.”

I returned the first greeting.

“······.”

It feels good.

At this level, even that suspicious gang leader, Dojin, could be easily fooled.

As we continued our work at a brisk pace, the loud noise of a vehicle was heard coming from the direction of the US military base.

Looking through the periscope, I see a jeep with its headlights on speeding towards me.

Clank-

A task is a task and a boundary is a boundary.

I went outside and looked in the direction of the jeep.

Take a detour to the east, cross the bridge and come straight here.

That’s right.

Coming into my territory.

Did you find me?

I grabbed a recoilless rifle, two rifles, and three magazines and headed toward the bunker.

When fighting looters trying to storm a bunker, you have a better chance of survival if you make a surprise attack from outside rather than hiding inside.

Taking shelter in a bunker is only a last resort.

Besides, it’s night time.

They hid under the ridge and used their ears instead of their eyes to observe the movements of the predators.

The reason we don’t observe them directly is because we might bring along something like infrared equipment.

I watched the looters’ movements only by sound, standing on a mound of dirt where the winter chill still lingered. Their vehicle stopped in front of my main bunker.

A few people got off.

Two people.

There probably aren’t just two people in total.

We cannot rule out the possibility that there are four or five people.

The worst case scenario is when the opposing side has detection ability Awaken.

At that time, we had no choice but to fight

I don’t think it’s particularly disadvantageous.

This is my home ground.

It would not be a wise decision to take on the Old School Hunters with just one Jeep.

Thud thud-

Footsteps are heard heading towards the hill.

I held my breath and watched the situation closely.

I also didn’t forget to change the location slightly in the square, being conscious of the detection awake.

“What do you see?”

For the first time I heard a voice.

It’s the top of the hill.

“What the hell, I can’t see any light.”

Another man answered.

“Where can I get it?”

“I don’t know.”

“This really sucks.”

“Can’t we just catch anyone and kill them?”

“You stupid kid. Do you all become zombies when you die? There has to be germs. Germs.”

“By the way, doesn’t it smell?”

“What’s that smell?”

“It smells like shit and piss.”

There are four people who just joined the conversation.

The location was also identified by voice.

It can be killed without difficulty.

If you just take cover and fire, it’s not a problem to take them out one by one.

But I persevered.

That patience comes from my experience.

As the leader of the Hunter Team in charge of the Great Monster War, I had to make countless decisions.

There are two main types of judgment.

Long-term judgment, and short-term judgment.

The scope of judgment must be determined within the limits of the nature of the mission and its success or failure.

My current mission is to survive undetected while protecting my territory for a long time.

The way I see it, their purpose here is not for me and my bunker. Judging by their actions, it seems like they wanted the high ground.

My territory is the highest here, so I can command the surroundings. That must be why I heard a voice from the hill.

If their goal isn’t me, then there’s no need to kill them.

That doesn’t change even if they are threatening predators to me.

Well, if those guys were the only looters, we could just wipe them out like Defenders, but we have comrades at the US military base.

The story goes that if you kill one, another one may come.

Of course, it is not easy to tolerate an enemy that can be killed.

The desire to risk it all and kill silently with an axe has crossed my mind many times.

It couldn’t be otherwise, because they smelled the aftertaste of the excrement left behind in the hole I dug.

In a state of agony stained with murderous intent, the looters drove off in their jeeps.

“······.”

Situation ended.

The jeep headed east.

I don’t know if my judgment was correct.

But I won’t regret my decision.

Because unlike before, I am the only one taking responsibility.

*

Even in the midst of a late-night crisis, my will never wavered.

“…… This is extremely dangerous, mankind must be prepared, thank you.”

Professor Amchang’s interview video dubbing has been completed.

I didn’t really try to make my pronunciation sound smooth.

Rolling your tongue uselessly will only make you feel more awkward.

Instead, they tried to dub it with the stiff, foreign, and familiar pronunciation used by Asians.

Although it was a short video of about a minute, the quality was high.

The sync between the lips and the dubbing was perfect, too.

Since my editing skills aren’t good enough to erase the name tags in the video, I just left some black noise-like spots on the side where the name tags were and changed the video resolution to a low resolution of 320X200.

The photos and videos created in this way were included in the entry for Professor Edmond K. Park, a colleague of Professor M. Cheng.

Of course, since there is no entry for Professor Dong, I tried to mention it naturally by including Professor M. Cheng, with whom I studied, while writing a brief explanation.

With Valentine’s help, he didn’t forget to turn back the date to before the war.

I posted a new post on the bulletin board before the sun rose.

SKELTON: (Skeleton’s creepy story) I’m attaching a link for those who don’t believe in the US military base zombie virus research facility.

SKELTON: Palenet – Ant Wiki – See Dr. Edmond K. Park’s entry

“······.”

Although I didn’t sleep well, I was very satisfied.

With this much dedication to the video, wouldn’t even that suspicious gang leader take down his subordinates?

To be honest, it seems like that guy took over the airport without much thought, and there’s no good that comes from taking over this neighborhood.

It is true that it is far from Incheon and Seoul, and there is nothing there except concrete housing for US military bunkers.

They say there’s an airport, but will the planes come again?

Everyone has already withdrawn from Incheon.

Well, King might need to operate multiple fighters, but I doubt he has the luxury of that.

So I cast my second rod and started my day of fishing.

My eyelids are closing, but this situation is familiar.

I silently observed their movements.

Still a thorough four pillars of destiny watchdog.

Some used observation equipment to zoom in on suspicious areas, while others flew drones to check the surrounding area from the sky.

As expected, when a drone was flying, I had to hide in a bunker or a cabin.

“······.”

They are definitely tricky neighbors.

The longer I leave it, the higher my stress level will be.

If they don’t leave, it doesn’t seem like a bad idea to find a way to kill them all.

If we kill all that number of people at once, even King won’t be able to deploy his troops recklessly.

Of course, this would require meeting the impossible requirement of killing all 22 before they could contact us via radio.

It may not be entirely impossible.

Everyone has times when they let loose.

Those thugs are trained thugs, but don’t they have days where they drink and party wildly?

While we were trying to come up with a second method, a jeep appeared from the east.

This is the same jeep that came into my area last night.

There are four, no, five people riding.

But one of them is not human.

It’s a corpse. And it’s a zombie.

It had a hole in its head and was wearing something that looked like a military uniform in a shabby way for some reason.

As the jeep approached, the gangsters were heard cheering.

The zombie corpse was immediately thrown to the floor.

A few thugs were laughing and taking pictures of zombie corpses with their cell phones.

At that part, I felt puzzled.

Are there no zombies in Sejong City?

In this ruined world, is it really that rare that so many people gather together to take a picture of it with their phone cameras?

I don’t know.

Another day passed in doubt.

The sun went down and I checked my fishing rod.

Unlike before, there were no comments.

There is no message from the king.

Haven’t you read it?

Or maybe he saw it and ignored it.

It rained that night.

Although I was tired from staying up all night, I immediately put on my raincoat, went outside, and went into a pit that had previously been used as a makeshift toilet. I washed the inside with rainwater and washed again.

The stench I poured out clung to my body and I washed it off again and again.

My body felt heavy as cotton in the muddy water, but I didn’t care.

This is necessary labor.

It’s work that has to be done.

After the pit was washed out until it no longer smelled, it was filled in with muddy soil using a shovel.

*

Another day has passed.

Thugs are still lurking in US military bases.

Nothing has changed.

Still no message from King and no comments on my post.

I was tempted to post the same thing again, but posting the same thing twice could actually arouse suspicion.

I decided to leave it as is.

Using rumors is just one of many ways to remove threats to my territory.

Although it is a shame that the efforts put in so far have been wasted, giving up if there is no response is also one of the decisions that a team leader must make.

I don’t hesitate to give up on an effort that has taken a long time.

That kind of thing may have contributed to my reputation as a heartless person.

Since the rumor operation ended in failure, the next best option is annihilation.

If death is the same no matter what, it’s not a bad idea to risk your life for a low probability. You won’t slowly cook like a frog in boiling water.

Two Claymores and a recoilless rifle received from Rebecca.

I fell into a short sleep while thinking about how to use these guys to wipe out the enemy.

*

It was the sound of music that woke me up.

You didn’t mishear.

Someone is playing music with a fairly high output amplifier.

The location is a US military base.

It’s the gang’s doing.

The moment I came out of the bunker and looked toward the US military base, I doubted my eyes.

Those guys are having a wild drinking party.

They were playing music, dancing among themselves, and screaming like crazy while grilling unidentified meat with what seemed to be homemade whiskey and soju.

“······.”

The miracle that suddenly happened made me doubt the existence of God for a moment.

I wonder if there really is such a thing as a god and if it is the one who performs miracles.

All 22 of them are at that drinking party.

The usual tight-knit vigilance is nowhere to be seen.

If I launch a surprise attack like this, it won’t be a problem for me to kill them all by myself.

If you install two Claymores and then scrape them with a recoilless rifle or rifle, you can wipe them out in one go.

I packed my gear and went outside to check on the guys.

The drinking party that lasted all night finally began to die down around 3 AM.

The looters began to fall asleep one by one.

There’s one guy on guard who’s had the least amount of alcohol, but killing one without a sound is as easy as twisting a child’s arm.

Approached the US military base with equipment.

I climbed over a half-collapsed barbed wire fence with a load of nearly 20 kg to avoid detection sensors.

The enemy is right in front of you.

If you just walk up to him and hit his neck with an axe, he’ll fall over without even being able to scream.

“······.”

Now the choice is entirely mine.

Just kill the guy and then kill the guys inside one by one.

The King will be dealt a heavy blow and will send out an investigation team, but what will the charred corpse tell us?

It was the moment when he quietly pulled out the axe.

The guy standing guard suddenly chuckled and muttered.

“A zombie virus? What the hell, that’s ridiculous.”

The sentry looked back.

“hmm?”

He tilted his head.

“I think something happened.”

He is right.

I was there.

But now I am back again, climbing over the barbed wire fence I just crossed, observing him.

I won’t kill this guy.

So I won’t touch the gang.

That is my judgment.

The reason is unclear.

It’s just a feeling.

The team leader’s judgment that what I’m about to do now is not right in the long run.

Perhaps it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but I retreated to my territory, leaving behind twenty-two defenseless raiders.

Of course I won’t regret my choice.

*

Miracles don’t come often.

So, even if a miracle comes, it is said that it is difficult for criminals to know whether it is a miracle or not.

What happened to me yesterday seemed like a miracle, but it wasn’t a miracle.

The real miracle happened on a lazy spring morning when the sun rose.

The looters began to pack up.

They hummed, laughed, and chatted happily as they collected all the detection sensors and security equipment they had installed, packed up their gear, and stood in front of the airfield.

It was around noon when the truck arrived.

The twenty-two looters left the US military base in a truck without fail.

Those who could have been the greatest threat to my territory just disappeared on their own.

A message arrived on the Internet.

Message from CrunchRoll: Honestly, I didn’t believe you, but it seems to be true.

A message from CrunchRoll: There are real zombies out there. I almost lost my smart kids.

Message from CrunchRoll: I know you don’t like me, but if you ever come to Sejong, come see me and say Skeleton’s name, and I’ll buy you a drink or two. Haha.

Message from CrunchRoll: (Photo)

King attached a photo.

Here’s another picture of a woman wearing an animal costume.

“……Are you crazy?”

I don’t usually talk to myself, but I can’t help but curse at this.

I took a moment to calm down and think carefully.

Why would the gang take pictures with zombie corpses?

He smiled broadly.

Was that so?

Gang members are people too.

They have thoughts and desires too.

They seemed to hate it here too.

This fucking wasteland, empty of women, empty of people, dirty, boring, and not very safe.

King talked about the zombie virus and the guys got to thinking.

That’s probably why they had so much fun filming with zombie corpses.

So, on the day that the withdrawal was decided, we had a drinking party.

It almost killed me, but I held on and it ended up being a win-win.

So the interlude surrounding my domain ended in the best possible way.

No one died, no one was suspected, and he even won the King’s favor.

“······.”

Should I upload a beatboxing video?

I feel like it can’t be helped.

Today is definitely beatboxing.

There seems to be no other way to express this joy.

Tiring~

“hmm?”

A comment alert popped up.

Who is it?

The only articles I’ve written recently are fishing articles aimed at catching the King.

This was the second phishing post that received a comment.

So, I linked the dubbing video of Professor M.Cheng, who performed it himself.

I checked the comments with a trembling heart.

gijayangban : Got you

End

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(Main comments)

(Che**) -Recommendation72-

Senior… M. Chang’s dubbing voice sounds familiar???

I think I’m good at beatboxing too

(One Two**) -Recommendation 68-

I avoided a fox in the mountain and a tiger appeared lol

(antimatter**) -Recommendation66-

Eom Chang-i arrested at bunker home

(for***) -Recommendation50-

I thought the ending would be “You live near a US military base” because you were so meticulous about fleshing out the rumor.

Instead, they chased him away and a tiger descended…

(Passionate***) -Recommendation 47-

The great hunter is right

Without any damage, rather, it succeeded in gaining favor with the King.

Did you check if Woo Min-hee is alive? ㅋㅋㅋ

(Nakshi**) -Recommendation 34-

Acting like a real person ㄷㄷ

(Idiot**) -Recommendation 27-

The last scary ghost line lol

(Guwaa**) -Recommendation 23-

The scariest thing is that Eomchang got caughtㅋㅋㅋㅋ

(hp08**) -Recommendation 15-

It becomes a horror story with just one last lineㅋㅋㅋㅋ

(mord**) -Recommendation16-

Yeah, if you endure radiation damage and create an occupied territory as a mission, you’re not a gang, lol.

Loyalty is a piece of shit

(Onion sprout**) -Recommendation 13-

Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaahh …

(Donggle**) -Recommendation 11-

If you look at it before, when I gave the scholar account to Rebecca, I changed the ID.

Minhee figured out who was who

This time, two pieces of information listed on Ant Wiki were written by Skeleton.

I see you’ve figured out a way.

(Cha**) -Recommendation 7-

Professor M.Cheng, why is he really there?

Author? LOL